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The Glassworker - Mano Animation Studios

Directed by - Usman Riaz

Pakistan’s First Ever 2D Hand Drawn Animated Film

Currently in Pakistani Theaters as of July 26 International release is coming soon <3

English Trailer || Urdu Trailer

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Don’t be a coward.

France x America

This gives me an excuse to put my fic abt them here!

Context My France and America aren’t related like most other peoples hcs bc I’m an annoying contrarian

And I find the will they won’t they dynamic, friendly flirting between them a way funner dynamic, they aren’t together but they’re definitely at least a little into each other even if they won’t act on it

UK hates it bc hes hopelessly in love with france even tho she DOES NOT like him in the slightest like at all, like 0% like he is NEVER GONNA WIN HER EVER

Okay? Okay time for the bad fanfic now <3

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Already the UK found this party atmosphere stifling, being a literal demon from hell usually had its perks but being the only who couldn’t get drunk wasn’t one of them. And god he wished he could drink away the sight before him.

“Oh Amé! You look ridiculous! Do you even know how to wear a tux properly? I swear the only thing you even know how to wear are those ugly sunglasses!” France teased.

“Ugly? Oh now you’re just insulting my poor heart! It’s very fragile, you know?” America said, feigning offense.

“Oh I bet, is that why you can’t even button your shirt properly?” France said as she went close to fix America’s clothes herself.

“Well if you have so many opinions maybe you should just dress me yourself?” America told her with a wink.

“Maybe I should, you’d look a lot better.”

“Oh so I already do look good?”

“Oh don’t flatter yourself, god knows your ego is big enough.” France laughed as she handed America a pocket mirror. “There we go, you look a million times better!”

“Well look at that! I guess ya have some talent!” America said as he looked at himself with France’s mirror.

“Don’t push your luck with me.”

“Oo scary! You could kill me that with that stare!” America teased.

“I hope I can, wipe that smug smile off your face for once!”

“Can’t help it with that priceless reaction of yours Frenchy! Why don’t I get you another glass of wine as a thank you gift? Hm?”

“Oh now you’re just trying to bribe me!” France scoffed.

“I didn’t hear a no!”

“Oh shut up! Hurry up, I don’t like waiting you know? Better make it two, as an apology for having to deal with you.”

“You got it baby!”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Can’t hear you, getting your wine!” America called out as he goes off to get France her wine. UK could have sworn he saw her smile a little.

As America went over to the bar he could see the UK glaring at him. “Woah, what’s with the scary look old man?” He asked.

“You did that on purpose didn’t you?”

“Did what?”

“Dress all ridiculous! You were trying to get her attention, that’s cheap even for you!” The UK said bitterly.

“Uh? Duh? It worked didn’t it? You sound angry man!” America almost immediately realized what was going on though. Surprising, for him. “Ohh right, you’re like really into France aren’t you? Oh you must’ve been pretty pissed huh? Ha! Oh man, I was wondering why you were creep-watching us you weirdo!” He laughed.

“You’re not funny.”

“She doesn’t think so! Oh don’t look at me like that, I’m not gonna do anything like THAT. I ain’t into French girls.” America said nonchalantly.

“So what’s even the point?”

“Uh? Because I’m a grown ass man who can do whatever the hell he wants. Plus knowing it pisses you makes me wanna do it even more? Maybe I should sleep with her now honestly….Relax! Relax! Stop death glaring at me I’m only kidding!”

“What the hell does she even see in you? You’re a mess!” The UK exclaimed.

“A hot, funny, charming mess! That’s my appeal! Sorry to say but most women aren’t into sad bitter old men dude.” America said.

“I can be charming!”

“Can you though? I mean even Germany can get a date and he’s not even into that crap!” America said, he looked back at France who looked like she was getting impatient. “Ah shit! Gotta run, look man, instead of sitting here brooding and watching us like a weirdo, try to do something! Or I dunno, maybe try getting with someone else cause she is INTO me!” He laughed as he left with the wine.

UK growled seeing them talking, but the twat’s words did kick in, probably wasn’t a good idea to keep staring at him, if he was gonna get France’s attention be was gonna have to try harder…

But for now the sight of them together was making him sick enough to leave, tomorrow though? He’d make sure that American stood no chance against him.

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Basically UK gets cucked, the fic! Not that great but I haven’t written ch stuff in a bit so shhhhh

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I still like CH and am still insane about it (legally cannot escape) one day I will come back to this blog prommy 🙏

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ITS MY BIRTHDAY FUCKERS IM 18 AN ADULT MINORS DNI FUCK ALL OF YOU!!!!!!

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Hey one day I’ll come back to this thing lmao, not today but uhhh someday <3

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They say and never do anything—

Holy shit I havent updated in 2 months!! Im so sorry folks! I will try to update soon!!!

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Back on my ch bullshit <3

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Holy shit I havent updated in 2 months!! Im so sorry folks! I will try to update soon!!!

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Finland and Estonia, what is your relationship?

“Well, we’re really close!!” Estonia exclaimed. He was always excited to have an excuse to talk about the other. “I’m actually his translator! Finland is mute so he uses sign language to communicate!” Estonia explained. “We talk all the time! It’s great! Some people think he’s mean but he really isn’t. He’s just a bit walled off y’know?”

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UK what’s your opinion on your adopted son America? Many people show it like you hate him (which honestly I don’t blame you America is very annoying, countryhuman not country), is this true?

“I have…A mixed opinion on him. To say the least. I could say the same thing. That’s he’s an irresponsible, arrogant annoying little parasite. But the thing is, he knows that. He knows people dislike him yet still need him and uses that to his advantage. He’s…Smart in that way. And I admittedly admire him for that. It doesn’t mean I like him, but I don’t think he really cares about what I think…”

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I'm just gonna ask-

Switzerland why the hell are you so smart- no one can be that smart and not have sacrifice themselves to Satan.

(Love this blog its funny and amazing XD)

(Thank you!)

“Well when you’re one of two doctors who treat countries you kind of have to be smart. Plus, someone has gotta keep America from finding news ways to get himself killed—“ She said deadpanned.

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Oi Brit, Is it True that your chips are called :ahem: crispity crunchy munchie crackerjack snacker nibbler snap crack n pop westpoolchestershireshire queen's jovely jubily delights? 

“See..This is why I have to take so many breaks from you humans, you all are so…so weird.” The UK said in utter confusion.

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HOLY SHIT

Who are you people????? THANK YOU???

I’ll actually answer stuff tomorrow, prommy!!! Maybe I’ll even draw some stuff wink wink <3

Edit: maybe not tomorrow tomorrow but soon, IM WORKING ON IT

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hi guys

“Hello there, how are you?”

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ITS MY BIRTHDAY BITCHES!!! 17 WHOOOO

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Behold! The main reason I came back to show Fakrica off. As the name implies he’s just….A fake version of America. Me and my friend made him for an au where Brit, Spain, France and Port go to hell <3! Fakrica is a game show host! And very epiccc, he can also shapeshift

Here’s some writing abt him!!

Britain looks down, his head was pounding, the blaring music and screaming crowd weren’t helping. Where was he??? He was some sort of podium above, he squinted at the people below, he couldn’t make anyone in the crowd, nor what they even WERE. But looking at the host gave him an interesting sight….Was that…America????

“Yoyoyo! What’s up people! It’s your main man, you know the name! It’s starts with an A and the ladies LOVE it! It’s….” ‘America gestured at the crowd who excitedly screamed out his name. “That’s right! America baby! And don’t you forget it! Cause we’re on my exclusive game show! It’s the totally tubular death defiance gameshowwwwww!!” He shouted out with his LOUD ASS MEGAPHONE. “And for our first contestant, we all know him, though we may not love him! It’s said the sun always shines on him, but is that true? It’s B-B-Britain!!!” He announced.

Suddenly Britain’s podium began to fall, and fall fast. He fell onto the ground before he even hand time to hold on to anything. The crowd cheered when they saw him. “Wasn’t that an entrance?! Tell me Brit! What are your thoughts?” He asked putting a microphone near him, however it was almost immediately taken away. “Just kidding! I don’t care!” He said, the crowd laughed. What was happening???

“Our next contestant is a lovely lady! She’s an alcoholic with a rat for a husband it’s P-P-Portugal!!” He announced. Far too quickly Portugal fell to the ground, equally as shocked and confused.

“Our final two contestants are a double whammy! Two egomaniacs who think they’re the best? Who will come out on top I wonder? It’s France and Spain!” He shouted once again.

This was insane! What was happening?? Where were they? Why was America doing this?! They all had so many questions and so little answers! But before they could ask anything, America spoke once again. “Now with this lineup I’m sure you’re all aching to get started but hold your horses! Because the totally tubular death defiance gameshow will be right back after these messages!” He said, pressing a button on his own podium that closed the curtain on the audience. He turned to Britain and Co.

“Speaking of messages, I got a few of em to give to my wonderful wonderful contestants…” He said with a softer more sinister tone of voice.

Something about this America didn’t feel right…And something told Britain they were gonna figure that out the hard way…

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I'M GOING TO DETONATE THE FALKLANDS-

“OH MY GOD PLEASE DON’T?????”